Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from East Timor and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Talk Talk to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Newcleus,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cymande,
Outsiders,
The Divine Comedy,
E-Dancer,
The Black Dice,
Tommy Roe,
Judy Mowatt,
June Days,
Radiohead,
Mandrill,
Ornette Coleman,
Todd Rundgren,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oblivians,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camouflage,
The Real Kids,
Negative Approach,
Brothers Johnson,
The New Christs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
One Last Wish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harmonia,
Alison Limerick,
Skarface,
Bush Tetras,
The Grass Roots,
Television Personalities,
Darondo,
Derrick May,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sonics,
Arthur Verocai,
Sugar Minott,
The Smiths,
Au Pairs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Organ,
Kaleidoscope,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Electric Prunes,
Sam Rivers,
Alice Coltrane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Erasure,
Fad Gadget,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Echospace,
Massinfluence,
Chris & Cosey,
The Walker Brothers,
Bauhaus,
Joe Smooth,
Intrusion,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.